Nan Lichuan smiled and reached out to pull Liang Chenyue's hand, "Let you meet your mother." As soon as the words fell, he put Liang Chenyue's hand on the wooden coffin.

Liang Chenyue's heart was stunned, and she instinctively shrank back, but she couldn't move when she was grabbed by Nan Lichuan.

Is her mother?

In the conversation between Nan Lichuan and Wan Yanjin, Liang Chenyue vaguely guessed the relationship between her and Nan Lichuan, but she never believed it in her heart. Now he said so bluntly that the person lying in the wooden coffin was her mother, she couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, not surprised, not happy, maybe in her heart, her parents had passed away a long time ago, even if the person in the wooden coffin was her mother, didn't she also pass away?

Looking at the hand placed on the wooden coffin, Liang Chenyue found for the first time that there were small strangulation marks on her arm, and she had no way of knowing where it came from.

Nan Lichuan saw that she didn't struggle anymore, so he let go of her hand. Liang Chenyue's hand gently brushed the surface of the huge wooden coffin, and for some reason a trace of strange feelings welled up in her heart, which surged out from the bottom of her heart and spread to her whole body, making her whole person feel very uncomfortable, as if something had been sucked away by the wooden coffin.

Suddenly, the lines of green inscriptions on the tombstone gradually turned blood red, and some blood gushed out faintly. The Manzhu Sawa around the wooden coffin seems to be even more red and delicate, so fresh that even the veins are clear, and now it is even more red.

Liang Chenyue looked at everything that happened in front of her in shock, she felt that the blood all over her body was surging rapidly, her originally pale little face instantly turned red, and her cheeks seemed to be roasted by fire, so hot that she thought it would burn her skin. She raised her head, only to find that countless red threads as thin as hair were falling down one by one on the top of her head, revealing the faint blood-colored light here, leaving a blood-red scene in her eyes.

Such a familiar scene seems to poke Liang Chenyue's heart in the middle at a certain moment. It was too familiar, she was sure that she must have been here before, otherwise how would she know that there would be yarn falling one by one......

At this moment, there happened to be a silk thread falling, Liang Chenyue stretched out her hand to take it, but saw that the silk thread slowly fell on her hand, and at the end, there was a small opening on her hand, and a very small blood thread was secreted from it little by little.

With a wave of Nan Lichuan's hand hidden under the black robe, the wooden coffin was moved away little by little. Liang Chenyue's hand stretched out in mid-air suddenly hurt, so painful that she quickly withdrew her hand and held it tightly with her other hand.

She watched as the tiny wound on her finger was being ripped apart at a visible rate, and the blood was pouring out at a rate that was growing faster.

"What the hell is going on?" Liang Chenyue asked.

Nan Lichuan smiled and said nothing, watching the more blood on Liang Chenyue's hands gushed out, the more excited his heart became. It turned out that this was the right thing to do, but fortunately, he didn't kill Liang Chenyue with a knife on the city wall, otherwise how could he find this method.

The blood on Liang Chenyue's hand was dripping down little by little, and in just a while, the drops of blood on the ground had already melted together.

Nan Lichuan tried even harder to break the wooden coffin, the wooden coffin seemed to be pressed by a boulder, and it took him a lot of effort to move a crack, but it was enough, it was enough to make him ecstatic.

"Hahahaha... It worked... I succeeded..."Nan Lichuan suddenly burst out laughing, muttering those words repeatedly, and didn't care what Liang Chenyue said. The whole person lay next to the wooden coffin, pulling the thin slit that had been removed and pulling back even harder.

Liang Chenyue didn't care about Nan Lichuan, because when those yarns fell on her, they would cut a cut, and the wound was not big, but it would expand little by little invisibly, and she didn't doubt the possibility of dying from excessive blood loss at all.

She tried to dodge the red threads, but to no avail. The threads seemed to be eyeing her, and would follow her wherever she was. The situation is not getting better, but it is getting worse. After those silk threads fell in the air, they gradually condensed together unconsciously, and as soon as they touched her body, they would quickly roll and entangle.

In just a few moments, there were countless scars on her body, large and small, and she could understand where the strangulation marks on her hands came from, those red silk threads fell as sharp as a knife's edge, and when they touched her skin, they would roll and wrap around, and if she struggled, they would wrap even tighter, strangling her.

On the other side, Nan Lichuan had already looked away a quarter. I saw him tear off his white mask and look at the corpse in the wooden coffin without blinking.

The eyes of the woman lying quietly in the wooden coffin were closed, and the two curved willow eyebrows stretched freely towards the two places, and the two rows of long eyelashes were like two butterflies resting there safely, casting a shadow through the red shimmer in the mausoleum, mottled and staggered on the cheeks. If it weren't for the fact that there was no blood on her face, it would really make people think that she had just fallen asleep.

The woman in the wooden coffin looks exceptionally beautiful, her expression reveals a quiet and beautiful, dusty and unrefined, making people unconsciously think of lotus flowers, out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons. It seems to freeze the most beautiful picture in the world, like the immortal in the splashed ink painting is sacred and inviolable. Obviously not angry at all, but it can make people look forward to beautiful things in their hearts, and there are happy feelings in their hearts.

Nan Lichuan trembled and stretched out his hand to touch the person in the wooden coffin, but his hand suddenly stopped there. He found that he couldn't even do it, he wasn't afraid to touch her at all, everything was too dreamy.

Countless sleepless days and nights, he waited for this day to come. He never thought he would be unable to wait, but again, he wasn't sure. Even at this moment, he still didn't have any certainty.

His hand traced along his face in the air, as if he had touched it with his own hands, and his face was full of satisfaction.

Liang Chenyue's body had been wrapped with countless silk threads, and she curled up on the ground in pain, but she couldn't struggle, so she had to endure carefully.

The flesh and blood on her body were blurred, and the original wound on her finger could already see the bones of Bai Sensen inside, and the pain was even more unforgettable. Liang Chenyue closed her eyes and said silently.

She thought that she might die of blood all over her body, or die in the Pain Realm. What does she have to do with this matter, what is there that she doesn't understand, all of them are left behind by her, and it doesn't matter anyway.

At this time, she missed Gusu even more. That sense of dependence doesn't mean that she can abandon it, she doesn't have to worry about anything by Gusu's side, she just believes that he will be able to protect her.

She couldn't help but think of the three-colored miscellaneous hair in the palace of Tianchu Kingdom, so long has passed, and I don't know if Gusu has fed it fish to eat, don't wander around, it feels very uncomfortable to have no home, she seems to have lost a home, but she is very lucky, because there is a person who took her in, although that person is sometimes cold, but when she laughs, it is really good-looking... Especially when he's dressed in white...

Liang Chenyue's brain was a mess, confused, and hazy. She seemed to be paralyzed all over, forgetting the pain all over her body, letting her head be blind for a while, and in a trance, she seemed to see the dilapidated log cabin again, where there was a peach blossom tree, whenever the peach blossoms were in full bloom, the wind blew gently, and the tip of her nose was filled with bursts of peach blossom fragrance...

Liang Chenyue's eyes wandered into the void, and she didn't know when, she noticed that someone seemed to be touching her, and it happened to touch the wound on her body, she gasped, and it was only then that she realized that she was still alive, and then she was unconscious.

Gusu Haoyue worked hard and finally found here. None of his clothes were whole, as if they had been soaked in blood. He had countless wounds on his body, on his back, on his arms, on his legs... By the time he stood here, he had lost half of his life, and it was as if he had barely managed to get here.

There was a look of indifference on his face, except for a little bit of gentleness flashing when he saw Liang Chenyue, his eyes were cold when he looked at Nan Lichuan.

He used a knife to cut off the silk threads wrapped around her little by little, and Nan Lichuan lay in the wooden coffin and didn't pay attention to what happened here, but Gusu Haoyue always remembered who made Liang Chenyue become like this...

It wasn't until Gusu Haoyue put Liang Chenyue's whole person down that Nan Lichuan raised his head and looked at him condescendingly.

The four eyes met, and no one said anything, but there seemed to be an undercurrent surging, each with a murderous aura. Suddenly, Gu Su Haoyue's eyes moved, and she was about to use her ability to teleport to Nan Lichuan's side to give him a fatal blow.

He actually doesn't like this method, but how to solve Nan Lichuan in the fastest way is the best.

But as soon as he thought this in his heart, before he could act, someone grabbed the corner of his clothes and made him stop.

Gu Su Haoyue was full of anger, and naturally looked at the person who grabbed him very unhappily. But in the next second, he almost wondered if he was wrong.

Because that person looks exactly the same as Wutong, if he didn't know that Wutong had always been in Tianchu Kingdom, he would have thought that the person in front of him was Wutong. Maybe people who have been staying for a long time will have some common breath on their bodies, and he didn't have this kind of aura when he saw Knotweed, so only in the next moment he had already confirmed that she was not Sycamore, but another person who looked exactly like Sycamore.

She was here, as he had guessed.